The Doorman

It's amazing how a simple opening of a door can open doors in one's life. The Doorman was the example. A fairly thankless job with little perks, but someone had to do it. It wasn't even a nice door. It just led to the corridor of a room the Star stayed in. The first few times the Star didn't even notice, just saying a quick "thanks". But the Doorman was nothing but polite, always wishing him a pleasant day, And as time went on the small snippets of conversation grew ever so slightly longer. "Hope you had a nice day" turned into "How was your day?", And it was here the Star could drop the stardust. To the Doorman he was just the average man. He went to the loo just like everyone else. The star-struckness had come detached when he realized this man, who had wowed critics and audiences alike, was just another man. Away from the media, from the fame, the Star extinguished to a man. The two's conversations grew to be more intimate, more personal. Despite the string of woman brought home the Star could never find love. Despite the piles of money the Star felt like he was missing something. Despite the critical acclaim the Star always felt alone. And the Doorman just nodded; and listened; and spoke briefly about his own goals and dreams. The two developed an unusual friendship as time went by. But one day the Doorman opened the door to death. The Fan refused the no; and got violent. In the struggle an accident was made. No real intention, or feeling. Just circumstances of luck. No one came to the Doorman's funeral; and the Fan was acquitted for manslaughter. The Star stood over the grave. He never even got his name. At the end of the day it's the people we meet briefly that can impact the most. The people you never know, but could somehow trust. Because there is always a man willing to open a door, if only to make someone's day a little better. The Doorman, like so many other, are overlooked. But as long as you can help someone, even a little, you matter.